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Fall

I love the fall. There is something about the crisp air and football that I love. When I lived in Colorado fall meant gold. The aspens are beautiful, but I missed the reds and oranges. In Illinois summer can mean oppressive humidity and usually by the time fall rolls around, we’re ready for it.

I’ve got my sweaters up and I’m ready for the change of season. The trees seem to be with me and are starting to put on their coats of many colors. It was 80 degrees yesterday, though, so if the temperature gods would like to catch up already. Bring on the fall.